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Adult Autism is Embarrassing

It is embarrassing to continue to lose your car in Wal-Mart’s parking lot.

It’s embarrassing when you do not recognize people you should know.

It’s embarrassing when you stumble to the wrong car, swing the door open, jump in, and didn’t  realize you scared the crap out of the driver until you fastened your seat belt. (Hubby laughing hysterical in the next car over)

It’s embarrassing to explain that all your utilities were shut off, and your garbage can repossessed because you paid the mortgage–twice causing those other checks to bounce.

It’s embarrassing when you tell someone you are on your way to meet them but then get caught up in your own world and completely forget about them–until two days later.

It’s embarrassing when you’re completely lost in the same small town you’ve lived in for the past five years because the road you usually take was blocked and you needed to turn down an unfamiliar street.

It’s embarrassing when you walk inside a building (hospital, courthouse, grocery store) that you have been in a hundred times and can’t find your way around–or worse, can’t find your way out.

It’s embarrassing when your neighbor had your kids again because you didn’t beat the school bus home. Or when you come screeching around the corner hoping you made it before the bus only to find your tearful 6-year old desperately trying to get into an empty house.


It happened again today…I drove up to my chiropractor’s office and someone had the nerve to be parked in my spot.  Don’t they know that I need to park in the same spot each visit or I will lose my car?  I parked two spots over.

I reminded myself walking inside that I am not parked in my usual spot; I needed to remember this.

Forty-five minutes later, I clicked the little clicker on my key chain to open my van while walking to my spot. I tugged on the driver’s door and almost landed on my rear because to my surprise the door didn’t budge. I clicked again, nothing happened.  Damned clicker must be on the blink!

Click, click, click, tug, tug–SHIT! Not my van!! I think the old woman who followed me out really thought I was trying to steal her van.  In my defense, it was a white mini-van (I have a white mini-van).

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Jeannie Davide-Rivera

Jeannie is an award-winning author, the Answers.com Autism Category Expert, contributes to Autism Parenting Magazine, and the Thinking Person's Guide to Autism. She lives in New York with her husband and four sons, on the autism spectrum.